Fame at last

I keep meaning to fake the timings of my postings.  Irish people are notorious for not going to bed early.  But here we are – Saturday night – tomorrow’s sermon for Aberfoyle [in the Trossachs] written in full script – pondering what it means, following this week’s Church Times article, to have a new virtual identity as the ‘blogging bishop’.  I suppose it could be worse.  On the other hand, it could be better.  Maybe this is the new medium through which it is possible to communicate with all sorts of people in all sorts of places and to ‘get across the boundaries of the church’.  Or maybe it is  an excuse for talking to oneself rather than talking to real people.  Only time will tell.